| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 461. O Earth! Art Thou Not Weary? |
| | | By Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr |
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| O EARTH! art thou not weary of thy graves? | |
| Dear, patient mother Earth, upon thy breast | |
| How are they heaped from farthest east to west! | |
| From the dim north, where the wild storm-wind raves | |
| O’er the cold surge that chills the shore it laves, | 5 |
| To sunlit isles by softest seas caressed, | |
| Where roses bloom alway and song-birds nest, | |
| How thick they lie—like flecks upon the waves! | |
| There is no mountain-top so far and high, | |
| No desert so remote, no vale so deep, | 10 |
| No spot by man so long untenanted, | |
| But the pale moon, slow marching up the sky, | |
| Sees over some lone grave the shadows creep! | |
| O Earth! art thou not weary of thy dead? | |
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